Someone call the water
 It’s freezing up the spokes
 Like any deal or device
 It worked until it broke
 Whistle past the graveyard
 Where the river runs uphill
 Let us juice the roundheels
 No ink is gonna spill

 Your insiders - Newborn spiders
 Starve the sentry - Clear re-entry

 Thoroughbreds who should be dead
 Run faster ‘round the track
 All the swans down at the pond 
 Are turning turning black

 Crumpled up and sodden
 Receipts upon the floor
 Trodden on and trampled in
 The stampede to the door
 Dance between the raindrops
 And cue the violins
 All the river-boaters know
 The killer always wins